During a cold wintery night in the wilderness near Pine my light went bad. It got some sort of evil into it, nearly driving me mad. Likely from that Necronomicon lying on the side of the trail. Spike and me, we worked on it good. Spike performed some sort of seance that kept the light working the rest of the night but the evil was still there.

I took the light home and found the evil to be contained within the cord. Nothing a good exorcism wouldn't cure.

I pulled out my wire cutters, saudering iron and had a consultation on the tele with the Priest of Lights.

Some minutes later my light works as it should. Slightly advanced technology, I couldn't let it go.

Hmmmm...all this modifying has got me thinking I need a boom stick for when "Joe Blow" passes...Scare em good I could.